The Sun sinks beneath the horizon, I watch its journey in silence, waiting, waiting for a signal that the One Eyed One will make an appearance. Mournful birdsong echoes across the lake and shafts of light cascade down from the clouds. Dusk brings with it a thinning of the veils between the worlds. It also fine tunes the senses, mine have lain slumbering for many seasons and yearn for release. The presence of the Raven is strong, Huginn and Muninn watch from the forest, see more than any of us think. The tides flow around us, heavy with the potency of thought and emotion. He comes, I can sense him moving through the trees. So much Time has flowed between us, creating a wide ocean filled with strange beasts. So begins our story, one chapter ended long ago and another begins this day.
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